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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:47:17 GMT -8
*Garqi Agricultural University was the leading university on Garqi.*
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Oct 10, 2013 14:54:13 GMT -8
Jala was moving a new shipment of dry goods when an armored Mandalorian stopped her, looking for shipping and receiving. She froze in place, concerned immediately about the appearance of those who pledged more violence to the innocents of the galaxy. She pointed down the hallway, her face sweaty and paling, her clothes ragged and dirty from trying to keep things moving around the university.
Down dat way. You're looking for Anya.
Up the hallway, the building opened into a wide warehouse area with lift trucks moving things around. An exhausted brunette sat at a desk, working on sorting the supplies into departments and temporary buildings erected on campus to deal with the survivors.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor 
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Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 10, 2013 15:01:02 GMT -8
"Thank you."
Taung headed up the hallway towards the warehouse area, turning towards the tired looking brunette at the desk. As he approached, alarm bells started playing in his head. He wasnt sure what it was and his eyes started shifting back and forth looking for the thing that his subconscious was warning him about.
Go ahead Gaeza, the one at the desk.
He let her take the lead as he started shifting his head back and forth, keeping step with his daughter as he shifted more of his attention to the rest of the warehouse. Everything seemed in place, but something was putting him on edge.
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Oct 10, 2013 15:58:28 GMT -8
Dark circles marred Anya's features, her dark chocolate brown hair pulled up in a messy bun. She looked as though she had not seen a bed or a decent meal in many days. Even through all her trappings of disaster, she had a familiar curve to her face, a look to her eyes. She looked up to the Mandalorians who stopped in front her desk, her patience thin for inquiries. Her eyes looked empty and defeated, more so than the rest of the people they had passed. There was no fire in her eyes, almost like purpose had been ripped from her, leaving a husk of her former self. Teeth gritted she looked up at them, her voice pointedly perturbed to be disturbed.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
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Post by Gaeza H'rel on Oct 10, 2013 16:40:39 GMT -8
Gaeza had an overwhelming sense of foreboding, there was something about the woman at the desk that seemed to be hollow. She stood momentarily frozen looking at her face, trying to figure out where she had seen her before. She snapped out of her state of immobility, her hands reaching for her datapad. She stammered, her feeling of lightheadedness nearly knocking her out.
m...Mm..My apologies for the interuption. D..did you receive this by chance?
She handed the datapad over, the rushing sound of blood in her veins whooshing in her ears. She could feel the pound of her heart on her ribcage like the drumming of an overactive child on a speeder seatback. A flood of spit in her mouth and a hot flash signaled that she was going to be sick and she tried to focus keeping herself calm and upright with deep breaths. She slumped a little forward, her eyes closed in her buy'ce.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
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Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 10, 2013 17:21:10 GMT -8
Taung couldnt find anything amiss in the warehouse or the comings and goings of the furtive looks of the warehouse workers. Gaeza's voice though took on a quiver and Taung turned as casually as he could manage to lock onto the receptionist, as he did so his unease increased exponentially. She didnt seem to be a threat, but something about her made him uneasy. But if he was feeling unease, he wasnt sure what was making Gaeza stammer, he had never known her to stammer. Perhaps it was just nerves taking over, this being her first time taking the lead on something, and being outside of a more ore less controlled environment, but he doubted that. She had mentioned feeling sick, that this place smelled of death...was it just the presence of the dark side that was doing this? No, it couldnt be, not just that, he had been to places stronger in the dark side than this. There was something about the receptionist. It had to be. There was something about her...as if he had seen her before, and his eyes narrowed, hidden, behind his visor as his brain worked furiously trying to think if he had met her somewhere before. He couldnt think of it, but he was sure there was something...somehow... His mind continued to work furiously over the problem.
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Oct 10, 2013 17:34:44 GMT -8
"Let's see."
Anya took the pad and looked over it as she eyed the Mandalorian woman carefully. They were acting weird and she didn't need her missing Force connection to tell her something was hinky. She looked briefly down at the datapad to look at the shipment in question. She found the date and pulled up the manifest for that day. She shook her head as she offered the datapad back to the slumping bucketed woman.
"Hmmm, we got that shipment but there was an error on the packing slip. We only ordered one crate of the crystals to fix the reactor that was damaged. There were 2 extra crates of crystals that were nothing close to what I needed. I refused the shipment with the courier."
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Post by Gaeza H'rel on Oct 10, 2013 17:45:00 GMT -8
Gaeza was bringing her rebelling body under control, listening as best she could to the information that was being shared with them. She reached for the datapad not looking, her hand accidentally grabbing Anya's hand. Something seized in her, she was struck by the mental image of the woman, a lonely expression on her face as she mourned the loss of her daughter in a cemetery. She felt pain and bitterness deep in her heart and it sucked the breath from her lungs. She yelled at the zooming sensation she was feeling from the scenes in her mind. She pulled as hard as she could to get away from the situation.
She staggered backwards, falling on her backside. Her breathing was labored, whistling through her vocoder as she gasped for cool air. She was dripping inside her suit, sweat running into her eyes, stinging her.
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Oct 10, 2013 17:53:07 GMT -8
One moment she was trying to get rid of strangers questioning crates of crystals, the next she could feel the Force flowing through her once more. It flooded her senses and she gasped, tears springing to her eyes as for just a moment, she felt complete and whole as she had not been in so long. It was familiar and warm, loving and whole. It was the brightest spot she had seen in years and certainly since her daughter had died in the attack on Pesktda. As quickly as it came, it left her alone again as the young woman pulled back from her, falling to the floor. Anya cradled her hand, desperate to hang onto the feeling as long as she could. She wiped the tears from her eyes, standing up from her desk so quickly, the chair fell over backward behind her. The emptiness had returned to her eyes as she hugged her arms to her chest.
"Who are you? I felt the Force through her. What do you want here?"
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
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Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 10, 2013 18:19:58 GMT -8
Taung lunged forwards to place himself between his daughter and this woman, his right hand snapping up to control his payload weapon that hung at his side, ready to bring it up into the face of the receptionist who it seemed had done something to Gaeza. His concern multiplied tenfold at Gaeza going down and he could hear the wheezing through her vocabulator. Adrenaline had burned away any thought of trying to figure out who the woman was, the only question in his mind was what kind of a threat was she. His body was tense, coiled, a lifetime of training and violence coupled with intended breeding for combat survival all came together to make one of the elite fighting machines, and it was begging to be turned lose on something in the blink of an eye. Every instinct screamed at him to kill something, and the only thing that he could focus on was this woman who seemed familiar. But she was just standing there holding her hand, the one that Gaeza had touched, she didnt have a weapon, and then the other instinct kicked in. Run. Get away from her as quickly as possible.
"No one, you didnt feel anything. Tell me what happened to the two crates and we'll leave." He said it more forceful than he intended, almost snapping at her as he ground the words through locked teeth.
Gaeza! Are you all right?!
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Oct 10, 2013 18:28:51 GMT -8
She felt like she had been electrocuted and he was ready to pull a weapon on her. She didn't move. With a mother like hers, with the things she had been through, she would have welcomed death at this point. Strangely though, she finally understood her mother's motivations. Where Sinistra had turned to darkness, Anya had only thrown herself deeper into work and drinks. She could use a stiff one now.
She gritted her teeth in return and spat the words at the defensive man.
"I refused the delivery. I took my crate. They took the rest back. It sounds like shipping fraud to me. Report misdelivered cargo, it gets lost in the system and they sell it off for profits. You're looking for Core to Rim Shipping. They have an office back by the spaceport. Now get out before I call security."
She stood defiant, almost daring him to kill her. Perhaps only in her grief and anger did the resemblence truly kick in, for in that moment staring down a Mandalorian, she looked every bit of her mother's daughter.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
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Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 10, 2013 18:37:32 GMT -8
Taung took the datapad that had been dropped on the desk with is free hand and stuffed it in a pouch, taking a step back and to the side he reached down and hauled Gaeza to her feet, and half carried her as he moved her away from there as quickly as possible, keeping a close eye on the warehouse that had become stock still, everyone staring at the scene. He didnt slow down until they were outside and heading off the grounds of the University.
What happened? What did she do to you?
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Post by Gaeza H'rel on Oct 10, 2013 18:43:39 GMT -8
She tried to answer, but she couldn't get a breath without coughing or feeling like she was going to throw up. Vomiting with her bucket on would be disasterous and lead to choking so she didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Taung practically yanked her up off the floor and her head spun again as she tried to get a sense of up and down. She let him lead her out, weakly croaking to him as they walked.
I'm ok.
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Oct 13, 2013 11:18:35 GMT -8
Jala came running back to Anya's desk after she saw the Mandalorians walk out. She looked worried, the lines on her forehead were deep and her complexion was ashen with grief and stress that permeated Pesktda. Anya was righting her chair, flexing her left hand as though she had been tazed by the pair of armored strangers.
"Are you ok? What did they want?"
Anya slid down into the chair, resting her head on her right hand, as she tried to put words to what had just happened.
"I'm fine. I think I scared them more than they scared me." She shook her head, leaning back in her chair. The ragged edges of her sleeves were pushed up past her elbows, revealing a small toy bracelet, something obviously a child would wear. Jala sucked in a breath, realizing that it must have been Moni's. Jala's face softened, not quite sure how to approach the topic of Anya's daughter, a toddler killed in the explosions a few weeks prior. Jala reached for Anya's hand, to comfort her but Anya yanked away from her touch, a fear building back in her eyes.
"Anya? What's wrong?"
Anya looked at the palms of her hands, the creases caked with dirt and dust, their definition stark against the pads. She had started to cry, the hot tears burning like fire down her cheeks as she flushed with the memories of life forgotten. Purposely forgotten.
"A long time ago, I was a wielder of the Force. I grew up with the feeling of being connected to something larger, something bigger than myself. It was comforting, it was peaceful. I trained how to use it and how to be a warrior like my father. I was proud to carry on the traditions of my family."
"What happened?"
Anya was staring past Jala, transfixed at a point on the wall but seeing the scenes of her life play before her eyes. Jala stepped cautiously closer to her, the desk now the only thing between them.
"I crossed the path of a vicious woman, who sought only to safeguard her own power. She siphoned my power away to fuel a ritual to cement her survival. I felt it ripped from me. I have struggled ever since to find meaning in this galaxy. I am empty and hollow all the time. Then I had Moni and I felt complete. Since her death, the void inside me has been a soul sucking hole that I cannot fill no matter how much I give to others. Until that Mandalorian touched me. I can never replace Moni but maybe I can get back what I lost."
"Does it even work like that?"
"I don't know Jala, but I have to try." She looked around at the warehouse, a heavy feeling in her chest. She knew what she had to do. She had to find an old friend if she was ever going to get that portion of her life back. "Take the rest of the day off. We're set here. I'm going home."
Anya grabbed her bag, slinging the worn, brown leather purse over her shoulder. Jala watched her walk out, worrying that her friend was looking for trouble.
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Nem Yin
The First Order
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Post by Nem Yin on Jan 27, 2024 6:47:12 GMT -8
Following the relocation of the Yuuzhan Vong from the former colonies on Shili and Anobis, the intergalactic species became a common sight at the university, as their people took over the production of caf beans and food for the entire planet. Mechanical automation had been completed replaced by Yuuzhan Vong creatures and biological organisms, yielding more significant crop returns as the organic technology of the species found a symbiosis with the planet's ecosystem. Chazrachs tended the fields while members of the shaper caste instructed the human settlers about the best way to planet crops and tend to them, supplying them with living biots that served in the capacity of farm tools.
At the university, Shareed Yin had taken over as the Dean of GAU, though he typically wore the guise of an Imperial officer, wearing an ooglith cloaker disguise and First Order uniform. Unlike the standard black or Imperial grey, the new Dean opted for living robeskin bio-engineered to look like tweed, which was more fitting for an academic institution. From his office at the university, Shareed was able to oversee management of the planet and Yuuzhan Vong colonization efforts. Cohabitation had proceeded more smoothly after the Intendant had assumed the identity of Bilhuff Tarkin, claiming to hail from that same somewhat notorious clan. The Dean found himself seated behind a desk, sipping a steaming cup of caf as he studied his personal qahsa device. He was reviewing the growing stockpiles of grain and food stores kept in organic damutek structures, entirely managed by the illusive members of Domain Yin. Agricultural export to the rest of the Empire had been completed halted due to the events of the civil war and wouldn't commence until Shareed received word from his domain leader that their people had been properly compensated. However, the Yuuzhan Vong continued to export to non-affiliated Outer Rim worlds in exchange for hard currency, filling the coffers of Domain Yin in short order.
Putting is tablet down on the desk, the Dean stood and stared out the window of his office. From there he had a good view of the lambent fields and various foreign vegetation now taking root in Garqi's soil. Yorik coral spread across the surface, spreading out from the same damuteks used for storage and environmental management. More impressive were the fields of Sekotan Green, the sacred herb of his people that had been imported from Zonama Sekot and planted in the ground. It spread quickly like a weed, growing towering leafy stalks with a strong odor, producing a dried herb that the locals had taken to referring to as Imperial Kush. A crustacean pipe biot sat on Shareed's desk, bleeding wisps of medicinal smoke from the burning bowl end of the biot, creating a euphoric sensation in the Dean as he inhaled the flavourful fumes.
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